The next morning, due to a post-hangover headache, Edward struggled out of the pile of drunks by touching his forehead. Picking up the cup on the table in his hand, Edward, who wanted to take a sip of water, sniffed the contents of the glass, rum. Some disgusted people took the glass and threw it outside the house, and the glass fell to the ground and rolled into the distance with a clattering sound, and the wine contained in it naturally scattered out, staining the ground with a wet stain.

Finally finding a little water, Edward finally found a glass of water and hurriedly drank it. After drinking the water and getting his headache much better, Edward finally remembered what he had come here for, shook his head, and walked towards the room where the head of the regiment was kept. Edward turned a corner and saw the door of the room where the regiment commander had been closed open, and he was shocked and hurriedly ran over, but was surprised to find that although the regimental commander had broken free from the rope, he just sat there motionless, without the slightest intention of escaping. Although I felt strange, I was relieved that my bait did not escape.

Edward then headed for Kingston with the gold given to him by the regimental commander and John, but John surprisingly did not follow. In Edward's words, it was just an ordinary deal, and there were no problems, and John's ship was too conspicuous, it was originally the main flagship of a Spanish fortress, even if the fortress was not large, and Spain no longer had the strength to dominate the seas, but this warship was really eye-catching—a battleship with two dozen guns was not as common as a cargo ship with only a few small defensive cannons. Due to the need to hide his whereabouts in this operation, it is natural that such a behemoth cannot be allowed to follow, and Edward's Jackdaw is just right.

Therefore, John took his crew and followed Blackbeard and Vane back to Nassau. To be honest, John didn't care where he was, but his crew still needed to rest, especially this time when he got a lot of gold and spices from the navy, and he was itching to squander them. Of course, if John decided to go to sea, the crew would not have gone on strike because of John's influence, but there would have been some pimples in his heart. So when John announced that everyone was back in Nassau, they disbanded, and waited for the captain to gather the crew again to go out to sea to hunt - yes, in their eyes, pirates were the same as hunters, except that they hunted wild beasts in the mountains and forests, while pirates searched for cargo ships on the sea, and that's it.

John shook his head as the crew with a handful of silver coins and spices in their hands happily rushed to the taverns around Nassau, but not to mention the pirates, even most of the navy were just like that. It is said that many of the navy were mere civilians and were forcibly called up to work on ships. John thought about what he had and climbed up the lookout along the cable. This is probably the only place on this ship that is least likely to be disturbed. John sat down on the lookout, basking in the scorching midday Caribbean sun, thinking about the scene of last night. At that time, John seemed to have figured out something, which is why the blue light appeared in his eyes, and the head of the Templar Order was so frightened by John's eyes that he ran back into the house and did not come out.

"All things are false, all things are allowed. As he uttered these words, John closed his eyes and stretched out his right hand, thinking of his past. Opening his eyes, John looked at the blue light cluster in his hand, and his eyes widened: "It really succeeded! I see, everything is allowed!" This polymer of light, which seemed to be unexpectedly unpresent, melted directly into John's body when it came into contact with John's body. Feeling the familiarity, John was shocked beyond comprehension - really, really?

At the final step, it was time to verify that it was the same as his own memory - even though John was now feeling the familiar energy surging through his body, he still couldn't believe it. The easiest way to verify that this is true is to use it once. Thinking of this, John stood up, walked to the edge of the lookout, and jumped down.

Originally, John could only drop to a certain height through the cable before letting go and landing on the deck, and even then he would have suffered a huge impact, but this time, even if John jumped from the highest point of the lookout, he landed silently, without making a sound, and the original impact force disappeared, and John stood firmly on the deck without bending his knees a little. "Magic: Agent......" John muttered in surprise, "It turns out that everything is allowed, which means that as long as you believe, you can do it?" Then Edward believed in his heart that his bullets could hit people, so he was able to use his current flintlock pistol, smoothbore, and spherical bullets to shoot at a distance as well as a rifle? Because he believed that he could stand, how could a short branch bear his weight without breaking?"

If that were the case, John looked at his right hand and saw a flash of fire flash from his palm, and then a flame appeared. The flames began to expand in the wind, and soon enveloped John's hand entirely. "Spell Fire ......" made a fist with his right hand, slowly stretched out his index finger, and a trace of fire slashed through his fingertips. Small flames popped up from their fingertips, then began to coalesce, growing in size, knowing to become a fist-sized fireball. "Spell: Fireball. ”

John suddenly felt a little crumbling in his understanding of the world. This should only be a memory of the Primordial World, in which he was able to use magic and spells. Shouldn't the Primordial World be a very powerful force that suppresses these mystical measurements? How could such a thing happen? Is it because this is not the real world, or is it because this is not the Primordial World? John has a headache right now. Originally, I was not good at this kind of brain-wrenching problem, and there was no problem that the exile would cut through with a big knife, and if there were, he would be connected with a spinning slash to cut it off. And now, the problem that John encountered is no longer physical, and naturally it cannot be broken by any force.

"So, even if I have regained this strength now, I haven't changed my current situation. It seems that we still have to find the mysterious observatory. Moreover, I don't think that these cognitive powers that are beyond this world can be used anytime and anywhere. Well, now it's just a matter of waiting for Edward to come back with good news. John's eyes sparkled: "It's just right, now that everything is allowed, I have some experience, but what is the matter with everything being empty, I still have to ask Edward." I think that if I understand these two sentences, then the laws of this world will be in front of me. ”